Driftstone Dolphin
Sculpted by storms, sea and gales
And by time, tumult and rockfall fractured
To become driftstone upon a beach of boulders,
The dolphin, over many decades weathered,
Lay on the uneasy Mousehole shore.
Its knowing, small eye prevails
And its mouth smiles, as if manufactured,
Unbecoming for mere driftstone amongst boulders.
And its bulk seemed wedged like a broken sea-wall, tethered
By its own weight, against an ocean’s furore…
Pete Ray
24th June 2022
A huge rock form beyond Mousehole’s harbour reminded me of a dolphin…
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